#now united gif

[sseulr1n]

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ Can a Heart still break 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

`· . 𓈒 Once it st♡pped beating? .. ᭢༘۠

[jackchampioncumpit]

Zane Carter in Now United - I Love Your Smile (Official Music Video).

[soocats]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤיִ ꯭꯭ 🗒 ⃝໋ ׅ ׁ䨻⃯♡ ᦋׁᧉׅᥒ⃝ַ꩝ׁᥙׅ꩗ׅ ᳟﹟ ᷧ ꯭꯭ᷧ ᷧ⃝ ׁ❥ ᳟

[kalee-world]

𓆩♡𓆪⠀⠀⪩•⪨⠀⠀💭⠀⠀ƿꪫƿƿყ⠀⠀꯭꯭꯭꯭✿⠀⠀lꪱ𐑦𐑬ᧉ૪⠀⠀💭

[apocalypsebora]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀旦 ⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏⎯⎯͏ ⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏✢⠀queen ͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏۬͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ⠀⠀⿻ ᜑ 𝘤é 𝘩𝘪? ❠

[jbeauchampgifs]

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[sammylewis]

Matching Noah Urrea and Mélanie Thomas.

[tatakittysworld]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |₍🌴₎ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐇ᧉ𝕪꯭ooᥟ ᜭ 𝐍oฟ 𝕌ᥒ𝗂꯭ɬᧉժ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀───────────────

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𑊑 ׄ ִ ׄ ♥︎ ꭑ᳢ִɥ Ꭲᥲt⍺᳢ - Ꮶꪱ᭫𝗍𝗍𝕪 !?? ִ ׄ ִ 𝟻

[expelliarmus]

[giftnus]

[woozi]

LALALI SEVENTEEN (HIP HOP UNIT)

[hauntedorpheum]

Joey Richter, Lauren Lopez and Brian Holden as Bred, Gruelle and Spektr in VHS Christmas Carols

[jhoons]

jayhoon in a nutshell tbh

[polkadotpenguin16]

Reminders of You

A/N: Thank you to @misscharlielulu for always making my ideas better, and @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity for making my writing sound better <3

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: none, just fluff

Word count: 1.5K

Also posted on AO3

Sonny stood in front of his bathroom mirror fussing with his hair for the millionth time, trying to get ready for his date with you. It was your third date, but he still worried about making a good impression. You were so sweet, kind, and funny – more than he could’ve hoped for in his wildest dreams. He knew he was lucky to have you, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

Little did he know you’d been smitten since day one.

He heard you knock at his door, and he messed with his hair one last time before coming to meet you. Sonny opened the door to see you greeting him with an effervescent smile. You wore a polka dot dress that gently hugged your soft curves and had a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You always took his breath away. He noticed you holding something in your arms – a small bouquet of sunflowers.

He ushered you inside with a guiding hand warm on your lower back. “Hey, doll, whatcha got there?”

“They’re for you!” You held the flowers out excitedly for him to take. “I saw them at a flower cart, and they made me think of you.” You once read that most men only receive flowers at their funerals. It nearly broke your heart, and you wanted to change that. When you saw the bright bunch on your way over, how could you not get the sunflowers for your Sonny?

He took the flowers from you and couldn’t help but stare at the cheerful bouquet. He wasn’t sure quite how to describe the feeling looking at these sunflowers gave him. A combination of surprise, confusion, and delight. His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to process his feelings. A warm feeling spread throughout his chest.

You saw the expression on his face change and worried you’d done something wrong. “You don’t have to keep them if you don’t want—”

“Oh, no, these are great, doll,” he reassured. “I’ve just…no one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Well, you deserve them,” you told him confidently. When he still looked unsure, you continued. “You make me really happy. I think you’re very special.”

There were very few moments in Sonny Carisi’s life where he was left speechless, and this was one of them. No one had ever told him he was special. And even if someone had, he probably wouldn’t have believed them anyway. But you said it so freely, so genuinely, he had no doubt that you truly meant it.

Maybe he really was special.

Wanting to conceal the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, he pulled you into a tight hug and nestled your head under his chin. “Thank you, doll,” he muttered softly into your hair, trying to mask the emotion in his voice. He kissed the top of your head, then quickly shuffled into the kitchen to rummage through his cabinets to find something to put these flowers in. He’d never needed a vase before. All he could find was an old water pitcher, but it would do for the evening.

He filled it with just the right amount of water, afraid he could potentially drown the flowers. He carefully placed each of the sunflowers in one by one, adjusting the bunch oh so gently so that he didn’t accidentally crush them. Taking a step back to look at the bouquet, he still felt a bit stunned. It seemed so unreal to him that he was worthy of being given flowers. Like if he looked away, they might disappear. He probably could’ve spent the whole evening staring at those magical sunflowers, but he didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer, so he returned to you so you could leave for your date.

The next day, Sonny bought a proper vase to keep them in. He tried placing the sunflowers in different spots all over his apartment before settling on his dining table. It was the perfect spot – they would get just the right amount of sunlight during the day and could be easily seen from his kitchen and living room. He didn’t see you as often as he would’ve liked due to his chaotic schedule, but the flowers always reminded him of. It didn’t matter how awful his day was. Coming home to those sunflowers never failed to brighten his day.

Sonny knew they wouldn’t last forever, but he was determined to keep those sunflowers alive as long as humanly possible. He researched every hack out there – trimming, flower food, soda, pennies. He tried them all, and they did live for much longer than he’d expected. Almost a month after receiving them, though, they inevitably wilted. They resembled potpourri more than flowers at that point. But Sonny couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. They represented so much. They reminded him that he was loved and special.

One day, his sister Teresa stopped by and noticed the sad bunch in their vase. “What’s with the dead flowers? You live in a funeral home or something?” She winced. “Here, I’ll toss them for ya.” She went to dump the flowers when Sonny grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Uh, no, just—just leave ‘em.” He knew it was silly. He had no reasonable explanation for why he wanted to keep the nearly rotten plants other than they made him happy.

“Have you lost your mind?” She stared at him completely baffled. “What would Ma think if she came over and saw this?! I’ll tell you what she’d say, ‘Dominick Carisi, Jr., were you raised in a barn?’”

Not in the mood to fight with his sister—a fight he’d surely lose since she never fought fair—with a heavy heart, he let her throw away the wilted flowers. He still had pictures he’d taken when they were fresh, but it wasn’t the same. He’d grown accustomed to coming home and seeing those happy sunflowers that made him think of you.

The empty spot on his dining table made him a little sad.

When you came by, Sonny sheepishly admitted to throwing them away. “I’m real sorry, doll. I had to toss those sunflowers you gave me. They were…very dead.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his guilty face. “Don’t apologize, Sonny. I’m glad you liked them. They lasted longer than I thought they would.” You could see the genuine disappointment in his eyes that the flowers were gone, and it made your heart melt. Seeing how much he’d enjoyed them gave you an idea.

The next time you met up, you presented Sonny with another bouquet. Only this time, it was a bunch of paper sunflowers. You spent hours and hours cutting and gluing them together. You wanted to give him something he wouldn’t have to worry about dying.

Sonny was beaming with unbridled joy. “God, doll, these are incredible!” He scanned his eyes over the whole bouquet, trying to take in every inch of it. He ran his long fingers across the delicate petals. He was practically vibrating from excitement over this gift. He was in awe of your talent and touched by your thoughtfulness.

You blushed as he gawked over your present, noticing all the little imperfections. “I’m sorry some of them didn’t come out very good—”

Sonny stopped you before you could go any further. You could’ve presented him with crumpled pieces of paper, and he would not have cared. You made them, for him, therefore they were perfect.

You went a little overboard and made a pretty large bouquet, so Sonny split up the bunch. He replaced the empty vase on his table. He kept a couple next to his bed. He placed one on the dash of his truck. He even brought some to leave on his desk at work. That way, anywhere he went, he would have a reminder of you. The sunshine of his life.

Sonny received a couple of curious glances when he brought the flowers to the station. “Oooh, looks like someone got flowers,” Amanda teased.

“They’re from my girlfriend,” he proclaimed with a big smile as he fiddled with the bunch, making sure they sat just right in the small mason jar he brought to keep them in.

“She’s buying you flowers?” Fin examined the bouquet. “She paying for dinner, too?”

Amanda got up closer to look at them. “They’re…paper?”

“Yeah, she made them! Aren’t they amazing?”

“Sure…for an arts and crafts project,” she snarked.

 No amount of ribbing could dampen Sonny’s joy. He proudly displayed your sunflowers at his desk and was quick to tell anyone who would listen that you’d made them.

You were glad to have given something to Sonny he’d loved so much, but you never truly knew the depth of how much it meant to him. Something as small, as mundane, as a few sunflowers changed his whole world. They showed him how much you loved him and helped him learn to love himself.

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[sammylewis]

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